John Lyly Quotes

I cast before the Moone.

A comely olde man as busie as a bee.

Goe to bed with the Lambe, and rise with the Larke.

Fish and guests in three days are stale.

He reckoneth without his Hostesse. Love knoweth no lawes.

I am glad that my Adonis hath a sweete tooth in his head.

Your eyes are so sharpe that you cannot onely looke through a Milstone, but cleane through the minde.

Is it not true which Seneca reporteth, that as too much bending breaketh the bowe, so too much remission spoyleth the minde?

Lette me stande to the maine chance.

It is a world to see.

Fishe and gesse in three dayes are stale.

The finest edge is made with the blunt whetstone.

The soft droppes of rain perce the hard marble; many strokes overthrow the tallest oaks.

How at heaven's gates she claps her wings,
The morne not waking til she sings.

Did not Jupiter transforme himselfe into the shape of Amphitrio to embrace Alcmæna; into the form of a swan to enjoy Leda; into a Bull to beguile Io; into a showre of gold to win Danae?